Well, it’s been a month since I returned from my trip to England & France, so it’s about time I shared some pictures, right?

First, a picture of the front of Syon House.

Syon Park is located near London (and you can tell — it’s like a country house paradise, ruined by the constant noise of planes flying overhead), and bills itself “London home of the Duke of Northumberland.” (Ah, yes, that’s the sort of second home I could live with — I could even tolerate the planes.)

The next photo is of the back of Syon House.

First came Syon Abbey. Then came Henry the Eighth. Syon Abbey refused to bow to Henry’s religious ideas, so soon, Syon Abbey was no more.

Which is really too bad, because Syon Abbey was apparently quite unusual… It was a Bridgettine Abbey, housing both men and women, and extremely wealthy. Recent architectural research argues that the Abbey Church was unique in England, and quite huge.

Our next photo is, of course, a side view of the house!

In 1547, the Duke of Somerset (then Lord Protector to King Edward VI) took the estate, and began constructing Syon House in the Renaissance style. Of course, in true Renaissance fashion, Somerset eventually fell out of power, and was executed in 1552.

The house itself is a square house, built around an internal courtyard, giving the interior a lot of sunlight, and an airy, almost Mediterranean feel.

Here we see the interior courtyard of the house.

In 1604, James I gave Syon to Henry Percy, the 9th Earl of Northumberland (and descendent of Shakespeare’s “Hotspur.”) Unfortunately, soon after this, his cousin took part in Guy Fawkes’s attempt to blow up Parliament, and the earl went to the Tower for fifteen years as a suspected conspirator.

The next four photos show one of the most stunning features of Syon Park: the Great Conservatory.

The Regency-era owners of Syon Park were Hugh, the 2nd Duke of Northumberland (who had the title from 1786 to 1817), and Hugh, the 3rd Duke of Northumberland (who was duke from 1817 to 1847).

The 2nd Duke was an army man, and fought in the Seven Years War and the American Revolution (where, among other things, he commanded the relief force at Lexington).

The Great Conservatory was built between 1826 and 1827. The architect was Charles Fowler (who also designed the covered market at Covent Garden); the masonry, of Bath stone, was by Thomas Cundy; and the metalwork was by James Richards of Birmingham.

The whole estate is really quite gorgeous. Though the outside of the house is plain and rather uninspiring (it’s no accident that brochures advertising the estate tend to show the conservatory rather than the house), the interiors are utterly fabulous. Adam did a lot of the interiors, including the famous double cube room. Inside photos are banned, so I have none, but if you want to see the interiors, you can see some here: http://www.syonpark.co.uk/

Todd and I did get rather lost walking from the train station to Syon Park — our directions were poor, and construction had made signs hard to see — so by the end of the day, our feet were killing us. But except for that, it was really a lovely day.

Indeed, if you take one day trip from London to see a stately home, I think Syon would be my recommendation. I’ve seen most of the stately homes and villas near London, including Ham House, Marble Hill House, Chiswick, the Queen’s House in Greenwich, and Kenwood House, and I found Syon the most enjoyable.

The grounds are lovely too — but more on that later.

One particularly interesting thing we saw — some archeologists (and a television reality show about archeologists, or some such thing) are currently excavating the remains of Syon Abbey. (This is how they now realize just how huge the church at Syon Abbey was.)

As I mentioned, the grounds are lovely. We had neither the time nor the feet to do much walking around, but we did stroll a bit on this river path.

In an attempt to bring in more money, part of Syon Park has been made into a children’s playground, the fancy sort that one pays to visit. There is also a large commercial gardening center — which seemed quite popular.

Some guidebooks were rolling their eyes at all this sad commercialization, but it seems to me that children’s playgrounds and garden centres make more sense than some of the alternatives.

Well, that was my trip to Syon! In the coming weeks, I shall have more photos for you all, and info about Regency-era Nice, among other things. (I have SO many photos! The blessing and the curse of having a digital camera.)

And remember: in two weeks is our next cyber-meeting of The Jane Austen Movie Club! (I had erroneously said it was next week — sorry, I can’t read a calendar!!! Yes, Cara, it’s ALWAYS THE FIRST TUESDAY OF THE MONTH. Which means August 7.) This time we’ll be discussing the version of EMMA starring Gwyneth Paltrow and Jeremy Northam. So if you’ve ever seen it, please show up and share your opinions!

And if you’ve never had the chance, you still have a week to rent it…and see what you think about Ewan McGregor as Frank Churchill, Alan Cumming as Mr. Elton, and Toni Collette as Harriet Smith!

So…the questions for today are: which is your favorite photo? What was Henry the Eighth’s problem, anyway? What’s your favorite country house or villa? How would you like to have Syon as YOUR second home? And if you’ve ever been to Syon, what did you think?

Cara
Cara King, author of MY LADY GAMESTER, which has not a single country house any it, not even of any kind

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My first RWA was in New Orleans in (I think) 2001, and I’ve been to every one since. I look foward to it all year! I see people I consider some of my closest friends (even though I only see them at RWA), and meet ‘online friends’ in person, as well as get inspired by all the creativity floating around. I get to hear gossip, learn some new promo and plotting ideas, have fun–and come home totally exhausted, counting down the days until next year. But I have to say that this conference proved to be one of my favorites.

Not for the hotel or the food (the hotel was majorly confusing, not within walking distance to anything at all, and the food–well, it sucked). It was for something intangible that I can’t entirely figure out. A ‘positive vibe,’ maybe, that’s been missing for a couple of years. An overall atmosphere of happiness and excitement, and a sheer love of books and writing. I’m not sure where it came from, or even if I was imagining it (since I am, after all, pretty darn happy about my own upcoming books–preorder Notorious Woman now!). But I think I smiled and laughed more in those four days than ever before (and, yes, squealed when I met people).

And those people were a major part of the fun. I met Keira and Santa, RR regulars who are every bit as fabulous in person (and I saw Jane George in her lovely lace dress at the Beau Monde soiree, but she was dancing whenever I went to say hi! So “Hi!” Jane!). I met Elodie and Manda from Romance Vagabonds (where I will be appearing on Tuesday! Look me up there), and so, so many others. The luncheon speeches were inspiring (I don’t feel so bad now about writing in my old Hello Kitty pajamas, and I see armadillos in a new light…), and the awards ceremony mercifully quick and fun, with Regencies and historical novels well-represented. And there were so many lovely gowns, too!

And the Harlequin party–ahhhh, the Harlequin party. I have heard stories of the fabulosity of this event for years, but have never had the courage to ‘crash.’ I had to wait until this year, when I am bona fide, but it was worth it. So much exuberant happiness, such a sense of celebration, in one spot. Plus ’80s music, and a ride in a spectacularly tacky Hummer limo! What more could I ask for? (Except maybe Orlando to escort me…)

All was not perfect, of course. My books weren’t there for the literacy signing. And when I got home and started scanning the blogs I found Controversies had reared their heads (honestly, it’s not a conference unless there is Controversy). But, as usual in Amanda Land, such things went over my sleep-deprived head while I was actually there. I need to get more observant.

And the good always outweighs the not-so-good. Like most writers, I’ve had my share of ups and downs, lots (and lots) of doubts, much stress. I expect this will continue as long as I write. So, don’t I–don’t all of us!–deserve those 4 happy days? Days to meet friends and celebrate, and be glad romance novels exist in the world.

See you in San Francisco! I’m already planning my wardrobe…

(And the pics are: The Harlequin party, me with Deb Marlowe at the Beau Monde soiree, me with the Vagabonds, and me with Keira!)

Isn’t this the cutest thing? Yes, my book is out in a couple weeks. I received today some cover flats* and two copies, now covered in drool.

I have a massive to-do list. I still have laundry to do from Dallas and

Eeek. I’m running out of time. In a couple of weeks my book will be in the stores. Cover flats and two copies, now covered in drool, arrived today.

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So I’m barely back from Dallas, with a huge amount of laundry to do–funny, since I didn’t take that many clothes. Books I brought back are scattered randomly through the house. The cat is figuring out who I am again. I’m figuring out who I am again. The National conference is one of the few places where a writer can be a writer; where you’re in the company of people who hear voices in their heads and understand if you say things like, “I really want to kill off the cousin in chapter ten” or “I think I have insufficient character arc.” So coming back into the real world, where there are mice in the kitchen and a three-figure electricity bill, no one except me apparently knows how to recycle plastic bags, and everyone’s medication has run out at the same time, is a real shock.

And meanwhile the countdown continues.